A book of verses underneath the bought flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness And wilderness is paradise now.

— Omar Khayyám

As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.

— Omar Khayyám

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.

— Omar Khayyám

Every particle of dust on a patch of earth Was a sun-cheek or brow of the morning star;Shake the dust off your sleeve carefully--That too was a delicate, fair face.

— Omar Khayyám

From the house of unbelief to true religions a single breath;From the world of doubt to certainty is a single breath;Enjoy this precious single breath, for the harvest of our whole lives is that same one breath.

— Omar Khayyám

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise now.

— Omar Khayyám

How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting? Better go drunk and begging round the taverns. Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yours Will make a cup, bowl, one day a jar. When once you hear the roses are in bloom, Then is the time, my love, to pour the wine;Houris and palaces and Heaven and Hell-These are but fairy-tales, forget them all.

— Omar Khayyám

In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.

— Omar Khayyám

I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd: 'I Myself am Head'n and Hell

— Omar Khayyám

It is a shame for anyone to be well-known for righteousness. It is a great disgrace to feel distress at the injustice of the turning of the wheels of fate.

— Omar Khayyám